The Octopus
Tell me, O Octopus, I begs
Is those things arms, or is they legs?
I marvel at thee, Octopus;
If I were thou, I’d call me Us.
The Octopus
Tell me, O Octopus, I begs
Is those things arms, or is they legs?
I marvel at thee, Octopus;
If I were thou, I’d call me Us.
There are many who dare not kill themselves for fear of what the neighbors will say.
It seldom pays to be rude. It never pays to be only half-rude.
This and no other is the root from which a tyrant springs; when he first appears he is a protector.